When my ex-wife walked out our door, she didn't just take her belongings with her, she took my heart. I was pretty sure it would never work again, but that was before my sister's best friend showed up at my door. Beaten. In need of serious help. And my sister sent Emmersyn to me, knowing I'd do whatever I could to help. Except doing whatever I can means getting married. Again. We both know the score though, which means Emmersyn...